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Memories of Freedom Bring sweet sadness to the exile's heart And so lost liberty of mine I dream of thee. Never hast thou seemed to me So fresh and young And so surpassing fair As now in this foreign land. Alas! Alas! Freedom that I sang away Look at me from o'er the Dnieper, Smile at me from there. And thou my only love Risest o'er the sea so far. In the mist thy face appears Like the evening star. With thee, my only one Thou bring'st my youthful years. Before me like a sea— Hamlets fair in broad array, Cherry orchards, joyous crowds. This the village, This the people Who once as brothers Welcomed me. Mother! Dear old mother! Home of memories fond! Happy guests of days gone by!